63 Workplace Visit

"I actually had a wet dream… No wonder that world felt so bizarre. The maids ignoring me must stem from my subconscious tendency to overlook them…"

Kagura eased back onto his bed, his hand grazing his groin. Indeed, his erection surpassed mere metaphors like "skyward pillar," its hardness and angle enough to humble ninety-nine percent of men.

Glancing at his bedside phone, he noted the time: 4:23 AM. Plenty of time before his 7:00 AM alarm.

"But why dream of Sayuri? She's my mother… Ugh, so embarrassing. At my age, a wet dream is bad enough, but about my mom, seducing me to… lick her down there…" He covered his forehead with his right hand, panting heavily.

The dream felt vividly real—her intimate flesh so clear, not just seen but tasted, her feminine scent and dripping juices so authentic that his cock, deceived by his brain, ached to release against his robe and sheets. Ejaculating like that would mortify him before the maids cleaning his room. No, wait—he had a cleaning skill, but the mental shame would linger forever. Smirking self-deprecatingly, he muttered, "God, I miss Nao…"

If Nao were in the side room, he'd storm in and ravish her. But it was Sayuri there. No matter how desperate, he couldn't assault his mother.

"Wait… hold on, I just realized something!" Propping himself up, he sat again.

A chilling thought struck: the system's "random women triggering points" included blood relatives. Eriri, Sayuri, even Qiong could potentially yield points—perhaps double points, enough for two Golden Apples.

"This…" Summoning the system, he demanded, "Can Eriri, Sayuri, or Qiong trigger points?"

"Yes, they are all potential triggers."

"Can you give me a straight answer?"

"Apologies, even I can only confirm after you verify. It's like Schrödinger's cat." Kagura laughed, exasperated, at the system's analogy.

Without that dream, he'd never have considered Eriri, Sayuri, or Qiong as "Golden Apple girls." But viewing Sayuri as a woman, a sexual prospect, the idea surfaced. "This is insane…" Lying back, a wicked plan emerged.

Today was April 26, Friday. If he used "I Can Save" to rewind to two nights ago, unleashed his basest urges on Sayuri and Eriri, verified their point potential, then reloaded to now…

That past in imaginary time would vanish, remembered only by him, nonexistent in the normal timeline. If they didn't trigger points, he'd stay chaste henceforth. Could this be a twisted "redemptive avoidance"?

But a new issue arose: was using this time ability to molest relatives—or any woman—ethical? A gentleman courts openly, winning a woman's heart. Exploiting this power was akin to violating defenseless women. Kagura, a noble earl, refused such depravity.

Resolving never to use "I Can Save" for illicit acts unless life-or-death, he rose, showered, soaked, and vented by pounding Beethoven's Fate in the music room. Five days without sex—he craved tasting a woman, climaxing deep inside.

With that urge, he ate breakfast and rode with Nao to Sobu High. Qiong, Eriri, and Nao skipped the workplace visit.

The morning's vivid dream of Sayuri baring herself lingered, making even his "check-in" distracted.

"Morning, Sawamura-san… Uh, you look like you've been cramming a holiday's worth of homework and still aren't done," Kato Megumi remarked, turning at the sound of his chair.

No classes today meant no backpacks, a perk allowing students to dodge lessons with "No bag, sensei~." But the workplace visit was mandatory, requiring proper uniforms and subtle makeup. Kato, in Kagura's eyes, wore none—save faint pink eyeshadow and glossy lip balm, her face elegantly bare.

"No big deal…" Unwilling to elaborate, he waved it off.

"Could it be…" Kato frowned delicately, "classmates visiting your home caused trouble?"

"Overthinking it. Just a nightmare last night." He propped his right cheek, listless. In truth, a wet dream about his mother.

"Oh, that's a relief~" Kato smiled calmly.

"Hey…" Her response left him torn between laughter and tears.

"It happens sometimes. Be careful not to sleep with your arm pressing your heart, and avoid lying on your left side," Kato advised slyly, shifting topics, her right hand touching her left chest to illustrate, dissolving his urge to retort.

"Mm… thanks for the tip."

"My pleasure." Standing, she bowed politely. "Please take care of me today, Sawamura-san."

"Likewise." Hachiman Hikigaya gripped Kagura's shoulder, intoning, "Take care of me."

"No sweat, it's all arranged. Just follow me." Kagura waved, signaling Kato to straighten.

Soon, Ms. Kirisu entered, dispatching groups per the list, finally sending Kagura's trio off.

Kato walked on Kagura's right, hands clasped behind, left fingers holding her right, pressing her skirt, tiptoeing cheerfully. Her white shoulder bag, adorned with peach-pink trim, differed slightly from one seen on the cherry blossom path.

Her uniform was impeccable, her black knee-high socks—silk-like, not cotton—classic JK style. "We're heading to your house now, right?"

She leveled her pace, hands dropping, right hand adjusting her bag strap, head tilting slightly. "Yeah, my driver's waiting." Kagura nodded toward the car.

At the school gate, Nao, in standard Sawamura maid attire, leaned against the car, hands at her abdomen, curtsying elegantly from afar. Nao once wore the same.

Kagura and Hikigaya, typical guys, carried no extras—no bottles, tissues, hairpins, or sanitary pads. Kagura's lack of luggage was due to heading home.

"Hey…" Hikigaya whispered in Kagura's left ear, "Didn't you say no personal maid? Wow, she's stunning."

"She's not a maid—think driver and part-time secretary." Kagura hadn't the clout to make Nao his maid.

"Speaking of…" Kato gazed at Nao, murmuring, "You usually come with your sister Eriri and Miss Kasugano, driven by this lady, right? Are they okay today?"

"They're fine, just skipping the visit, holing up as shut-ins."

"Oh… I see…" Kato wasn't too surprised, but Hikigaya paused, then hurried up, whispering behind his hand, "Won't my visit inconvenience your sister and her?"

"Why?"

"I don't want to trouble them."

"You're overthinking it." Kagura shrugged, chuckling with Hikigaya's odd humor and Kato's calm, as they reached the car.

Nao introduced herself simply as "Nao," omitting her surname. Hikigaya and Kato reciprocated.

"Hm…" Before boarding, Kato peered at the empty front passenger seat. "Should I take the front?"

"Three in the back's fine."

"Then I'll take the edge. Sawamura-san, after you?"

"Guests first, no?" Kagura deferred to them. Hikigaya, eyeing the plush interior, thought, No way, this is too much for me.

Kato shared the hesitation, but Hikigaya coughed, pointing inside. "Lady first."

"Indeed." Kagura snapped his fingers.

"Oh… alright then." Kato, resigned, clutched her bag, nodded to Kagura, pressed her skirt, and slid in, scooting right, legs together, bag hugged tightly, shrinking into herself.

"You next?" Kagura nodded to Hikigaya.

"No way, you go." Hikigaya nudged him subtly, lips barely moving. Nao stifled a laugh, amused for reasons unclear.

Kagura shrugged, slid beside Kato, followed by Hikigaya. Nao, gloved hand on the handle, said, "I'm closing the door now."

"Oh… t-thanks," Hikigaya mumbled, hunching.

"Hardly, Master Kagura's friends visiting delights everyone." Nao's sweet smile nearly captivated Hikigaya. Wow… dangerous charm!

A keen observer, Hikigaya sensed Nao's hidden edge beneath her affability, suspecting she doubled as Kagura's bodyguard. Close enough.

Kagura, trained for years, still couldn't best Nao in a fight.

His politeness to Nao also stemmed from her role as a temporary wet nurse for him and Eriri during Sayuri's post-partum illness, alongside Qiong's mother, who passed years ago.

In the car's semi-enclosed space, Kato's pleasant scent hit Kagura, evoking the vivid "nightmare" womanly aroma at 4 AM. Too real.

"Relax, guys, we're going to my place, not a dragon's lair."

"Not a tiger's den—that's in Akihabara," Hikigaya quipped, referencing Toranoana's main store.

Nao prompted seatbelts, starting the car.

Kato complied, noting, "Trains, buses, or taxis I can handle, but a private car feels too extravagant for a commoner like me…"

"Hahaha, really? You'll get used to it."

"Not so easy…" Kato and Hikigaya groaned in unison.

"It's mainly because trains and buses can't reach."

"Eh… is the ambassador's mansion that remote?" Kato used honorifics. Hikigaya glanced at Kagura silently.

"Not too remote, just on private seaside land, with a private road."

"Such a residence is beyond my imagination…"

"Speaking of…" Hikigaya mused, "Blenheim Palace, right?"

"You're correct." Kagura nodded "humbly."

"Well, that puts it in perspective." Hikigaya relaxed, but Kato blinked. "Blen… what palace?"

"You don't know?" Hikigaya's eyes widened. What do high school girls know these days? It's a world heritage site!

"Sorry, history's not my strong suit…"

"It's the UK's only non-royal, non-religious palace, a world heritage site, privately owned, partly a tourist spot," Hikigaya explained, thumbing at Kagura. "Owned by Sawamura's father."

"Oh…" Kato's voice dropped, loosening her bag strap, exhaling. "I'm feeling the weight of 'duke' now…"

"No, no, we're in Japan…" Kagura waved, cheering her up.

"Your nationality?" Kato asked.

"British." Kagura nodded.

"As expected…" Hikigaya mused.

Three-quarters through, they entered the private seaside road, a sign warning, "Private Property, No Entry Without Permission." Kato gazed at the surging waves. "Are your parents home?"

"Oh… empty-handed, my bad," Hikigaya scratched his head.

His sister Komachi had begged to tag along, but he couldn't impose further.

"No need for gifts—guests don't bring stuff. My parents are rarely home, not today either. Relax." Kagura's lip twitched.

Sayuri was home, role-playing as "Lady Yuriko" in a butler outfit.

Only Akiya Tomoya, who visited years ago, knew Sayuri's true identity outside family.

"Phew… no offense, but hearing they're not home eases me," Kato admitted.

"Same," Hikigaya nodded fervently.

"My dad's barely home once a year. He's chill—wears anime shirts and slippers to Akihabara on days off."

"An ambassador's busy life," Kato noted.

"Sort of."

Kagura's vague reply hid the truth: his father's absence was due to Sayuri's disdain, their marriage long broken.

"The sea's gorgeous…" Kato pressed the window, awed.

"But typhoons are scary—waves might hit the glass," Hikigaya added.

"Only locals would say that." Kato sat back, disappointed, as the car slowed.

The ornate gate opened, revealing a sprawling courtyard and flowerbeds. Despite Kagura's "don't be nervous," Hikigaya and Kato fidgeted, adjusting skirts and collars.

"We're here…" Kato spotted a butler-clad figure near the parking spot. Hikigaya wondered, Mr. Hasaka?

"Didn't you say your butler Hasaka likes guys?" Hikigaya asked warily as the figure clarified.

"Eh? Really?" Kato perked up. Something's off!

Though not into BL, no girl resisted gossip, especially about boys.

"I was—" Kagura began, but Nao interjected, chuckling, "Oh, Master Kagura told you? Yes, Hasaka adores boys, especially Master Kagura."

"…" Kagura fell silent. Nao, you've ruined me!

Hikigaya's gaze turned sly, while Kato, hands over mouth, blinked in shock, murmuring, "Is this 'boys' love is beautiful' or 'straight out of a novel'? I'm dizzy."

The car stopped. Nao, smiling warmly, touched her black tie, opened Kato's door, and extended a gloved hand. "Miss Kato, I presume? Please, take my hand."

"Uh… okay… thank you." Kato, unaccustomed, unbuckled, grasping Nao's hand.

"Hey, your butler's too cute!" Hikigaya whispered, mistaking Nao for a girl—her smooth skin, gentle demeanor, and soft charm. A guy?!

"Got a crush on Hasaka?" Kagura teased, exiting without Nao's aid, as did Hikigaya.

"What? No way!" Hikigaya stole another glance, muttering, "But so cute…"

"Cough!"

"Cough—I'm just stating facts, no weird ideas!" Hikigaya protested.

"Greetings, I'm Smith A. Hasaka, Master Kagura's apprentice butler. It's an honor to host his esteemed friends and share my duties," Nao said, deference impeccable, making Kato and Hikigaya squirm. As Kagura's face, she couldn't falter.

"You can rest, Nao," Kagura waved. She saluted, fingers to forehead, bowing.

"I'm Hachiman Hikigaya, Kagura's back-desk."

"Kato Megumi, front-desk. Pleased to meet you." Kato mimicked a drama, curtsying slightly.

"No need for formality—I'm just a servant. Follow me…" Nao led, walking beside Kato, back straight.

From a third-floor window, Eriri pressed hands and face to the glass, glaring at Kato, itching to boot her back to the car.

Jerk-bro bringing another girl home… His taste sucks—Kawasaki Saki, now Kato Megumi? At least bring Yukino or Mai Sakurajima!

If he did, Eriri's scowl would be worse.

Her standards were lofty; Kagura found Kato and Saki charming. Yukino and Mai shone with aura, but he saw beauty in subtler girls.

"They're here?" A sleepy Qiong, clutching her black rabbit plush, yawned by the window.

Since that day, I dream of Kagura ravishing or forcing me, licking me… I wake wet, my womb stirring. If only he'd do it for real.

"Look! That nobody vixen's giggling with him!" Eriri fumed.

"You're that upset he has female friends?" Qiong propped her cheek, listless, thinking, I get you, but even a doll like her can't monopolize him. Save your energy.

"I am! What if he knocks someone up? So embarrassing!" Eriri crossed arms, dodging.

"Keep it?" Qiong recalled Kagura's words in imaginary time—real, still. If he got her pregnant, she'd gladly bear his child, as many as he wanted.

"What—?!" Eriri slammed the tea table, glaring. "What's in your head?! A bastard child? You don't just keep it!"

"If someone's pregnant, what can we do?" Qiong, unfazed by Eriri's roar, stroked her plush. "If two people truly love each other, no one else gets a say."

"Ugh…" Eriri mulled, eyes rolling.

She imagined Kagura, post-vibrator, forcing his cock into her mouth, deep-throating, shooting down her throat… then sex, caught by Sayuri, too tense to pull out…

Blushing, she didn't notice Qiong's warning, "Nosebleed…"

"Eh—?!" Eriri grabbed tissues, Qiong helping plug her nose.

"Really…" Qiong grimaced, shaking her head. "Thinking like a forty-year-old virgin creep."

"Mind your business!" Eriri snapped, sticking out her tongue.

Despite clashing, Eriri agreed: true love trumped outsiders' judgments.

Kagura, with Nao, led them to a guest room. Nao served tea, and Kagura eyed Kato, wondering if she could trigger points. Golden Apples tempt crime.

Since realizing Eriri, Qiong, and Sayuri might be "Golden Apple girls," every woman seemed a conquest.

"Sorry for the formality," Nao said, beside Kagura, smiling at Hikigaya and Kato on solo sofas. "Today's visit is casual. We'll give 'perfect' evaluations, no impact on credits. Unless… anyone wants to learn seriously?"

"Uh…"

Hikigaya and Kato got the hint: Kagura invited them to hang out, the visit a formality. Facing this tempting offer, they exchanged glances.

Kato stayed calm, but Hikigaya raised his hand firmly. "I'd like to learn seriously." He aimed to be a capable househusband.

"He says so, Master Kagura," Nao whispered, leaning in.

"And you, Kato?"

"Since it doesn't affect grades, I'd love to explore your home, if that's okay?" Kato slyly dodged the visit.

"Of course. Settled then." Kagura stood, patting Nao's shoulder. Both rose, setting down cups. "Take Hachiman to Tina for a day's training. Assist and record. I'll show Kato around."

"Uh… Tina is…?" Hikigaya flinched at another new name.

"Our head maid, a jack-of-all-trades. You'll learn tons, and we'll feed you." Kagura signaled Nao, who nodded, leading Hikigaya. "Follow me."

"Oh… okay." Hikigaya followed, glancing back. Kagura shrugged, smiling reassuringly.

The estate had five master keys: one each for Nao and Qiong, three with head maids, including Tina, a big-sister figure from Kagura's childhood pranks. Now, he was alone with Kato.

Kato glanced at her barely-sipped tea, smiling. "Sawamura-san, is this your 'second date'?"

"Hahaha, a second date at home? Outdoors might be better."

He recalled mentioning a "second date," but this wasn't planned as one.

"Your house is huge. I was nervous, but it's so quiet, it's calming," Kato said, tiptoeing girlishly, twirling her hair. "Compared to crowded malls, a quiet stroll here is relaxing. Even just tea feels nice, right?"

"Well said. Please, sit, enjoy."

He gestured for her to continue, sitting too, chatting until she finished her tea leisurely. He caught her hint: she wanted to savor it.

Meanwhile, Hikigaya met "Miss Tina" under Nao's introduction, starting the day's prep training.

Nao, two meters back, checked her phone, sighing, No messages allowed? Madam's strict… Looks like Master Kagura's into Kato. Better prep a room.

Soon, Kagura and Kato reached the courtyard. Nearing 11 AM, the seaside villa's sun grew warm. Kato, bag on her right shoulder, stepped onto a platform, shading her eyes, gazing afar. "Your home's so vast… What's it like living here?"

"Haha, a bed's a bed, no matter where." Noticing her squinting, he offered, "Need a parasol?"